January 7: What lies beneath

Transfer station.

Could be anything

under those piles of snow.

January 6: We ponder the meaning of cold

Zero degrees all day.

Chimney smoke a flat pennant

pointing south.

January 5: Finches at the feeder

Eleventh day of Christmas—

snowstorm gave to me

two finches feeding.

January 4: Tracking

Across the harbor ice

tracks of a squirrel

visit a lobster boat. 

January 3: Moonset

Sky flushed with sunrise.

Behind the retirement home

setting moon still bright. 

January 2: Awake

After midnight

long shadows of trees

lying across moonlit snow

January 1: Wolf Moon

After midnight

fat old moon slips easily

into the new year.